Within the portrayal by Rick Santorum and King Crimson of Jimmy Crary came license by a faction led in Seattle by Dan Savage and David Summerlin to slasher murder Shannon Harps outside the Sound Mental Health Clubhouse over some green stamps stolen by me as a child with Chris Cook and Ed Eisen from an old woman when she was out of town. Yoko Ono sent in an agent from her estate named Shannon Greene for the occasion whose address was Shannonopal. This was lucid depradation on several level of New York City medium society. Earlier in the day in the week of the crime I had been cued to call Larry Crist "pal" and refrained. Corn has been used as a symbol of the Midwest in Obama pussyball ethnic warfare and as a result of Midori Goto's eugenic clocking I had turned around and returned the only letter ever sent me by my grandfather's dear friends Bob and Opal. Opal is also the name of Eno's recording company. We've seen this before from Hidden Pun Company of Peter Gabriel. They raped deaf Jeannie outside St. Rosalia after sending in agents Rosa and Alia (Evangelia Karmas).

Most people realize that this was a sidestepping corollary issue, this moment of deliquency as a child. The crime is much more licentious on the part of Ian MacDonald and Yoko Ono. They even filmed the rape of deaf Jeannie for their private collection after a torrential ordeal on Mt. Desert Island of spy-cam manufacture. I have been given a 20 year sentence to living death by poison crime for reporting them and their role in Mt. Desert Island because no matter who employed Lisa Cassidy, the girl with the needle tracks and tattoo of death, what Will Zell, her partner, said to me in art school in 1981 is far too serious for their alibi to hold.

Examining the politics of Hillary Clinton and Michale Reagan, partners in atrocity, we find the avenging angel of karma directed at me, Jeannie Tamburro and Shannon Harps very mysterianly in the name of John Winston Lennon. Don't allow him to change his middle name to Ono. The coward Fripp brays that this is Old Testament Law, a taliban, authorized by the religious/miltiary fervor of his ideo-cult rock music band, a paranoid, scratchy sounding and morbid artist whose irritations are reknown. What Shannon, Jeannie and Jimmy did will never really be answered.

I don't know who the people are keeping up on my dissident brainwaves. They aren't friendly. I haven't heard from my nephew Steven in ten years. Nowhere I could go would be any less terrible. Deafness was never an easy life. Often I can't face the magnitude of what was done to me by unaccountable morlocks, but my purpose in this writing isn't to rehash the old stupid questions about why I walked into Mt. Desert Island gathering information about the AIDS Onslaught war processes and proxies of Reagan like Peter Gabriel and Greg Karl, but to address the punishment that was presented by California Government, Scharzenegger Media and Barack Obama as justified and catastrophic retaliation by Reagan for being framed, which he was not. This is the so called 5 abortions for 5 abortions that David Bowie required in brutal attacks from Midori Goto which she clocked to my own behavior.

The gig is up, they said.

My point is that the semiotic research I have done shows that Midori Goto was part of the plot. I could no more have stopped her from executing this sordid so-called Equal Rights militia attack on my inner dignity than I could have stopped her partner James Kasperowski from attacking me blindside on the way to school as a child. The 5-5 systematic mind game was pre-scripted into the Two Virgins Shinto War Game that was clocked to the AIDS Onslaught. This can be proven and it is obviously very important. My behavior had nothing to do with it. The evidence is preponderant that the abortions I was used for came about because of outside military attacks towards which I was deliberately rendered susceptible by neuroplastic behavior modification: Wattenmaker's refridgerator, as documented in the letters by IanIan.

I wouldn't really know how to describe Jimmy Crary. He was soft-spoken, attractive, shy, delighted by anything anyone drew to his attention, eager to be accepted. In other words, not a runny nosed kid, or notorious booger boy. I was not a fifty year old man doodling a 12 year old girl in the image created by M. Reagan and H. Clinton. I had a passive tendency to receive impressions and when they were negative about me, to cry. Gail Burstyn identified an itch in the Global psyche to immolate, find against and just plain hate a nice blond boy whose dossier was easily sketched as a Son of Harris Wofford deceived by the Broadway Musical HAIR. There is no question that when Hillary Clinton heard about me she ignored the truth of the situation and shouted, "Cut his dick off!" No question that is how it went. Jimmy Crary was polite, careful and dear. Hillary had to think of something.

Midori Goto New York City claimed wanted a virgin spouse. Thus all sex was guilt and had to be compensed. In fact, Jimmy Crary, they ruled, was a rapist. Why? Because he responded to and made not of their neuroplastic auto-suggestion to that effect. This meant that Union women like Jeanette Blackstone panting at me when I was in love with my then fiance Rosa Monteleone isn't important. This meant that their raping deaf Jeannie wasn't important. However, there are many signals and flares on the road to rape. Why, for example, didn't Mary Anne Steiner cross her legs? Why didn't she summon help after I went to sleep in her bed? Why did she wait until I was inside her body and lovemaking to abruptly decide that she didn't want to make love after all? Why is the fact that I started to prematurely ejaculate and yet stopped and desisted before cumming not evidence that I complied with her wishes? Lastly, why did she have to resort to a Senegalese pussyball dibs master to hypnotize a neuroplasm impacted by virulent klansmen who everyone feared and who spent half their lives in Warrendale Penitentiary in order to create a Rapid Eye Movement argument revolving around impacted child trauma? Why did Miss "He's Dead, Jim" Mary Anne Steiner wait until the Burstyn documents were uncloaked?

The goal of Hillary Clinton and Ian MacDonald isn't in other words to prove that at some point at age fourteen I was on my back drunk being dragged around the floor by a seven foot tall black man at the Langers, but to disprove that I had spent a day hiding on the top shelf of my towel closet crying and crying after being horribly molested outside of school. To do this they take a case of delinquency that relied on a sense of childhood mischief and an element of miseducation by Carmen Colucci and Ed Eisen, the breaking into an old woman's home and stealing green stamps, in order to justify rape and slasher murder in the name of Lennon. The point of this of course is that the old woman herself was working with Eisen and Gail Burstyn, just as Carolyn Hale today is almost certainly working through Circle of Friends arts confederacy and Sound Mental Health to secure estate art for Yoko Ono, deemed payback by complicit Mental Health Authorities who refuse to come clean about the evidence that Warhol's contacts set this up in the 70's for Ono behind Lennon's back, or about Mt. Desert Island.

The leer that God isn't looking over Jimmy Crary's shoulder until he admits he was a child soldier for Jimi Hendrix' s Axis is just an ideological weapon to deny The Great Backstab of the horror coward Robert Fripp, a child molester and a ripper homocidalist. Ringo Starr just calls his own lies a search for the truth because the Police are letting him exploit me by that semantic weapon. The relevance would be like I did something I didn't want my mother to know so I hid the letters from a Falk School student who went to Bryr Mawr later in life, Gail Strubyn, but it doesn't congrue. I left the letters out on the table all the time and put them in the dining room cabinet drawer where they sat for ten years. Anyone could have read them.

The reason I never engaged in any more pranks with Ed Eisen is that he called me on the phone and said, "If we had been caught I would have had to kill the old woman to prevent her from telling." I couldn't believe it was real, so I stayed away from him after that, until, of course, the day outside of Bolan's when I was dating Leslie and she was working there that he wanted to demonstrate his ability to break slate by karate. I don't know what he was doing there, nor why he knew I would be coming for Leslie.